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Piper: So sugar is the only fix you get?

Kit: And coffee.

Piper: And sex?

Kit: Haven't since that party.

I stare at my phone. Usually, any mention of sex sends him straight to a change of subject.

But he's answering here.

He really wants to talk about it.

Piper: Why not?

Kit: It's all wrapped together, sex, drugs, and treating people like shit.

Piper: Is that why you've been so cordial lately?

Kit: And tipping 50%.

Piper: As a former waitress, I appreciate that.

Kit: There's no way you're this coherent after hot yoga. I almost died the one time I tried it.

Piper: I'm sweaty and thirsty, but I'm fine.

Kit: I say bullshit.

I take a selfie and send it to prove my point.

Kit: You're barely wearing clothes in that picture.

Piper: I'm in a sports bra and shorts.

Kit: Those are shorts?

Piper: Yes.

Kit: They look like panties to me.

Piper: Only creepy people say "panties."

Kit: Uh-uh.

Piper: Yeah-huh.

Kit: And if I said, "Piper, take off your panties and spread your legs," you'd say "no way, Kit, that's creepy?"

Piper: If you told me to take off my panties, I'd be incoherent.

Kit: You hate the word that much?

Piper: You know what I mean.

Kit: I've had that affect on women before. I'm used to it.

Piper: Are you going to tell me what to wear now?


Tags: Crystal Kaswell Dangerous Noise Erotic